I’ve been lost on friendless streets <br />Wanting to cry and paralyzed at stop signs; <br />But I feel like I’m evolving into delicate beauty, <br />Becoming a flower or a Shakespeare sonnet. <br /> <br />If you were with me today, <br />It would be moonlight music on romantic avenues <br />And sauntering in the sun kissing your shoulders; <br />I have a restless heart in love with your eyes <br />And dreaming of your arms. <br /> <br />We were never really lovers, <br />But the one time you casually removed your blouse <br />In front of me like you were a runway model, <br />I was mesmerized by the Dior fragrance of your skin <br />And drunk on the loveliness of your essence. <br /> <br />I have no desire beyond a glass of wine <br />On a Parisian boulevard in the afternoon <br />And to eternally capture you <br />In a Renoir canvas worthy of your soul <br />And the splendor of your face.<br /><br />Uriah Hamilton<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/ah-the-exquisite-years-of-this-desire/
